Deservedly confined into this rock,

Who hadst deserved more than a prison.

Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on 't
The red plague rid you

Is, I know how to curse.

For learning me your language!

Pros.

Hag-seed, hence! 365

Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou 'rt best,
To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly

What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
Fill all thy bones with achès, make thee roar,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

Cal.
No, pray thee.
[Aside] I must obey: his art is of such power,
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,

And make a vassal of him.

Pros.

So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban.

Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing;

FERDINAND following.

ARIEL'S Song.

Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands:

Courtsied when you have and kiss'd,

The wild waves whist,

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375

Fer. Where should this music be? i' th' air or th

It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits upon [earth?
Some god o' th' island. Sitting on a bank,

390

Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air: thence I have followed it,
Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.

ARIEL sings.

Full fathom five thy father lies;

Of his bones are coral made;

Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,

But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :

Burthen: Ding-dong.

Ari. Hark! now I hear them,-Ding-dong, bell.

Fer. The ditty does remember my drowned father.

This is no mortal business, nor no sound

That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me.

Pros. The fringèd curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.

Mir.

395

400

405

What is 't? a spirit? 410 Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.

Pros. No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such

senses

As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stained 415
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,

And strays about to find 'em.

Mir.

I might call him

A thing divine; for nothing natural

I ever saw so noble.

Pros. [Aside] It goes on, I see,

As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee
Within two days for this.

420

Fer.

Most sure, the goddess

On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer
May know if you remain upon this island;
And that you will some good instruction give
How I may bear me here: my prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
If you be maid or no?

Mir.

But certainly a maid.

Fer.

No wonder, sir;

My language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken.

How? the best?

Pros.
What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;
And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,
Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
The king my father wrecked.

Mir.

Alack, for mercy!

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan
And his brave son being twain.

Pros.
[Aside] The Duke of Milan
And his more braver daughter could control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do 't. At the first sight
They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,

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430

435

440

I'll set thee free for this. [To Fer.] A word, good sir;
I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Mir. Why speaks my father so ungently? This 445
Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first

That e'er I sighed for: pity move my father
To be inclined my way!

Fer.

O, if a virgin,

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The queen of Naples.

Pros.

Soft, sir! one word more.

450

[Aside] They are both in either's powers: but this

swift business

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning

[To Fer.] One word more;

Make the prize light.

I charge thee

That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp

The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
Upon this island as a spy, to win it

From me, the lord on 't.

Fer.

Mir.

No, as I am a man.

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a
temple:

If the ill spirit have so fair a house,

Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

Pros.

Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:

455

Follow me. 460

Come;

Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, withered roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Fer.

I will resist such entertainment till

Mine enemy has more power.

Mir.

No;

[Draws, and is charmed from moving.
O dear father,

Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful.

What! I

say,

Pros.
My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy

conscience

Is so possessed with guilt: come from thy ward;
For I can here disarm thee with this stick

And make thy weapon drop.

Mir.

Beseech you, father.

Pros. Hence! hang not on my garments.

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470

Mir.

Sir, have pity; 475

I'll be his surety.

Pros.

Silence! one word more

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
An advocate for an impostor! hush!

Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,

Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench! 480 To the most of men this is a Caliban,

And they to him are angels.

Mir.

My affections

Are, then, most humble; I have no ambition

To see a goodlier man.

Pros.

Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

Come on; obey:

485

So they are:

And have no vigour in them.

Fer.
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,

The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid: all corners else o' th' earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I in such a prison.

Pros. [Aside] It works.
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!
[To Ari.] Hark what thou else
Mir.

490

[To Fer.] Come on.
[To Fer.] Follow me. 495
shalt do me.

Be of comfort;

My father's of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted

Which now came from him.

Pros.

Thou shalt be as free

500

As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.

Ari.

To the syllable.

Pros. Come, follow. Speak not for him. [Exeunt.